massage my soul will you?

after a long day,

will you spare some time to ask about my day?

will you look into my eyes and tell me that everything will be okay?

will you speak from your heart and willingly want to take the pain away?

i’m all bare,

vulnerably naked,

but consensually waiting for your loving touch.

will you hold me well,

and massage my soul?

getaway car

you were my youth,

my first taste of escape.

if i could choose,

i’d still wouldn’t have it any other way.

you hurt me yes,

but you still gave me the happiest days.

now in my wisdom days,

i appreciate you as my john ross,

and that i,

in this lifetime,

can only be your betsy.

i’ve come to love,

i’ve come to be loved,

more than you made me thought i deserved.

just like a getaway car,

fast with passion,

we roared like the wind,

but weren’t destined to go very far.

you are my getaway car.

Jane the Virgin

She’s bold and scared,

passionate and reserved;

How great would it be,

if I was like her.

As still as the lake,

as frantic as the rapids;

I’d love to be her,

this very minute.

Inspiring yet a lesson herself,

She’s everyone’s person;

I wish more people would know,

about Jane the Virgin.

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In this time of turbulence in my life, lessons and feelings I got from watching the series really helped me get through. Everyone should go watch it πŸ™‚

 

 

 

bye bye demons

With an average of 3 hours of sleep,

I brave through a new day, yet again.

I piggyback my demons as my angel hangs on to my heart,

as it remains pure through hell.

It shows potential…

My demons see that.

So they press on,

for years,

loving a good challenge.

I persist on too;

a war over my heart constantly shook my foundations.

Today, they finally lost.

Today, I get to sleep and rest my burdens.

Today, they lost,

because my heart is stronger than the shit you give me.

do you?

oh all the time…

I avoid the places we know,

all the time,

because they scream your name,

and ask if I remember you.

I can’t lie to myself,

so I avoid them,

so that maybe,

just maybe,

I can get over you.

But,

actively avoiding those places,

makes the memory of you roar louder in my heart.

But hey,

tell me…

do you go through this too?